Friday, October 24, 2014

Softening the Blow

Home is that place where we first learn to love, where we are nurtured and stroked and protected so that we can learn to love ourselves. It's the place where we are taught to care for others and the one place where we can know that there will always be someone who accepts us and forgives us. 

Home is more than a place. It's a feeling, a memory. It's the sound of the wind blowing at night as we lie awake in bed. It's the smell of Sunday dinner cooking in the kitchen. It's the sensation of flying over the ground in the tree swing. It's the feeling of protection in our favorite hiding place or the memory of secrets whispered. The tight squeeze of Daddy's hand over our own, or Mom's gentle smile that says, "It will be okay". 

Home is all the little details of the place and the people that have made us who we are. No matter where we go, or how long we stay there, home never leaves us. It is in our hearts. 

This farm holds many memories for the Leatherwood family. May they know peace and comfort as they hold those memories dear and carry them into the future. I pray that having these images will soften the blow of moving and leaving it behind, and help move their hearts forward toward the future.

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